Angie’s Drama

Rob and I had lunch at a certain restaurant known for its lunch buffets. While we were eating, it was hard not to notice the music(which wasn’t coming from the jukebox). It faded in and out at a much to high volume for lunch. Happy Hour maybe. A selection of songs we heard: a random Arlo Guthrie song that no one knows the words to, STYX, the theme from “The Sting”, I am Woman Hear me Roar and like Whitney Houston. The food was lousy, the place had crumbs everywhere and the music sucked. Nope, not going back…
Feel free to take a guess…

I’ve referred to it many times but the definition of Walker Luck is as follows:
Rob and I filed extensions of our taxes due to the length of time and expertise needed to complete a certain portion. Basically the portion that told us we would be paying the government this year. We arrived at the accountant’s office today to finish everything up and were told that we were one of a handful of people whose extensions never went thru. We were then told that we would be receiving letters from the IRS and we should just bring them in to the office and they would handle it. Upon hearing this, most peoplen would become alarmed and confused. Rob and I just looked at each other and shook our heads. Just another example of Walker Luck.

Elwood! will be playing tomorrow night at Crusen’s on War beginning at 9:30pm. Then it’s Joint Custody playing their very 1st show together. It should be a blast!!

A Husband.

Especially when his wife is overly grumpy and pissy to the extent that she doesn’t want to talk to anyone and just wants to crawl in bed, read and watch something stupid on television. Women know that there is a huge difference between ‘pissy’ and ‘pissed off’. Being pissy is pretty much having a completely negative attitude about everything for a little while. I, myself, have realized that I probably shouldn’t speak much during these times as I’m not pleasant to be around and I tend to bring down people around me, even though it truly isn’t my intent. Being pissed off ensures that everyone within the sound of my voice will know who pissed me off, where I was when I was pissed off, how I became pissed off, why the jerk pissed me off and what the hell I’m going to do about it. They are two completely different moods and should be handled accordingly.
Now you know:)

This weekend was pretty fun since we got to hang out with a bunch of different friends at different places. Saturday I went shopping for a few hours trying to find reasonably priced large planters for the outside. I scored some great pots at Big Lots that were so cheap compared to the ones I had been eyeing at Target. Rob and I ended up having a late lunch/early dinner at Rizzi’s which was terrific, as usual. We went to a poker game where yours truly was the first player out. At least I had the chance to embarrass myself by playing Rock Band with Stephanie, Linda and Tucker. After failing miserably at several songs, Rob and I headed dowtown to Eamon Patricks to watch King Orange. We saw a ton of people down there and ended up staying much longer than we expected. Especially since we were up at 8am on Sunday for the Air Show. Again, while it was work, the company was great. And yes, I did have to have my picture taken next to all the signs that said ANG. After the air show, we met up at Schooner’s for a little din-din and got home around 8pm, feeling beat to hell. I didn’t fall asleep until almost 3:00am and even then, I still woke up every 20 minutes or so. Needless to say, I’ve been dragging all day.
How can you tell Spring is in the air? When you’re going down Main Street, going through green lights and have to slam on your breaks because freakin’ idiots decide to walk against the light. And then, after finally getting into the intersection, a ladder truck blares its sirens and horns scaring the ever-loving crap out of me. Welcome to Spring…

So, I have yet to watch a single episode of this season’s American Idol, Flavor of Love 3, Tila Tequilla, Dancing with the Stars or any of the fashion, model or dance shows that have sprung up lately. I’ve tried to get into Big Brother but this season’s cast is so unlikable, I just don’t care.
I am however, highly addicted to Hell’s Kitchen and Top Chef. The minute I think I can actually cook, I see those shows and realize I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. I bought the Top Chef cookbook and Tom Colicchio’s new cookbook and read Food and Wine regularly and always end up feeling overwhelmed and exhausted. I feel like I should have a glossary in front of me. I think I need something along the line of a textbook so I can understand braising, blanching and the millions of ingredients these chefs use that I’ve never heard of, let alone have come in contact with. Where do you get truffle oil or jicama? The one thing that I have learned is that if for some reason, I’m invited to Hell’s Kitchen for dinner, I’ll probably eat dinner before I go. And that jackass Jason that constantly rips on women? He’s gotta go. Fingers crossed…

Yes, I still watch a few reality shows. And no, I’m not completely addicted. Pathetically, I usually end up reading recaps online so I don’t have to watch some of the train wrecks. However, I submit to you my list of “Official Things That Should Never Be Said Again on Reality Television.”

**The word alliance should never, ever be used again. After the first season of Survivor, this word should have died. Here’s a couple words that could be used: collusion, affiliation, coalition, bond, collaboration, partnership and my personal favorite; consanguinity

**“The Game Is On” usually said once a person has been backstabbed by someone they thought they were in an “alliance” with. The game is on the minute you apply to be on said reality show genius.

**“The Judges Are Crazy If That’s What They’re Looking For” Okay, once said contestant has applied for said reality show, they better watch every episode available of the show. The audience isn’t suprised by what the judges want, they want better every season.

**“Get Those Cameras Away From Me” A contestant signs about a thirty two page release once accepted to reality show and those cameras are going to follow you no matter what.

To Be Continued…

So, how ex cited am I? The Knob Creek Machine Gun Shoot that Walker goes to twice a year just got cancelled. Apparently, the Creek got flooded and all roads in are flooded as well. I can’t lie, I’m happy Robbie’s home with me. I’m hoping the kitchen floor gets clean and the landscaping gets some help. I heart the Walker and am so excited that we get to be together over a weekend we thought was lost. So, the Walker’s will be helping out at the Peoria Jaycees International Beer Fest next weekend for sure!! Mark your calendars for the next week’s Air Show!!

Sophie.
Yes, I know you’re the cutest little black dog in the world. And yes, I know that you’re way too smart for your mommy and daddy. I also know that since the sun has been out and the temperature has been higher, you may THINK it’s summer, but it isn’t. It’s only April. The next time you attempt to run to Grandpa’s house and jump in the pool, think about that. The POOL IS NOT OPEN YET. So yes, you will be risking your life (crossing Forrest Hill) for nothing. You may THINK you smell chlorine but that’s probably all the bleach daddy uses doing laundry. The next time you think you’re being sneaky by slipping off up the street while daddy is trying to get Vito in the house, know that I’ll be thinking one step ahead of you. I also don’t think you realize that daddy took your collar off the last time you got a bath and hasn’t put it back on yet. That means that the mean old dog catchers could get you and you’d be in a wire cage. And not getting belly rubs or face rubs and you certainly wouldn’t have your stuffed goose. So, let’s make sure it doesn’t happen again. Okay? I promise to take you to the pool as soon as opens.
Love,
Mommy

**I just booked my next trip to Las Vegas. One of my BFF’s has never been and asked me to go with her and two other people. Granted, we’re going in July so we’ll be melting and we’re only going from Fri-Sun, but, I can’t wait to show her around. And, it’s always nice to go with someone who likes to gamble. Unfortunately, it’s also the weekend of the annual camping and canoeing trip. Bummer.

**I bought Bee Movie over the weekend and about 25 minutes into it, the dvd crapped out. Bummer.

**The only concert I’m looking forward to this year is Jimmy Buffett in July. Unless someone announces tour dates soon, there aren’t any bands touring that I’m excited about. That’s kind of a bummer.

**It looks like I have Saturday night free. Not a bummer.

P.S.
Bundy, have fun in Vegas this weekend!! Good Luck!!